Moonstone Steven Universe Novels & Stories

Sera POV --- Three days had never felt so long. We spent every waking hour preparing the ambush. The Moonstone Altar stood in a clearing in the neutral territory, exactly halfway between Shadowcrest and Nightshade land. It was ancient stone, weathered by centuries, covered in symbols I couldn't read but which made my lunar power hum with recognition. This was a place of power. The moon's influence was strong here even in daylight. If Thaltos wanted to perform the Harvest ritual, it would be here.

"But I'm still here, Steven. You don't need to worry." "I truly believed... you were... leaving me... again..." His voice wavered with the weight of his emotions. "Never, Steven," I assured him softly. "I promised I'd fight the venom of your mark, and I did." "Yes," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "And for that, I'm grateful to the Moon Goddess." As I reflected on the encounter with the Moon Goddess, a solemn silence enveloped us. Steven remained unaware of my personal encounter with the deity, a secret I held close.

A few drops of blood dripped into a porcelain dish. Bowen then pulled out a packet of powder and sprinkled it into the dish. Instantly, the blood turned a purplish-black. His brows furrowed deeply. "Veilroot Bloom. This is a poison so rare that it hasn't been seen in a century. It's colorless, odorless, and slow-acting." Shocked and furious, I asked, "Where did this poison even come from?" "The plant grows deep in the mountains, and people generally can't get their hands on it."

"Father, that amulet was the key to the blessing ceremony. It's written clearly in your alliance treaty with Alpha Kaelen. The moonstone is required tomorrow to read the omens for the pact. Without it, the ceremony can't even start." He froze. Then, he let out a scoffing growl. "Rowan, you're insanely jealous. Do you think you can scare me with a few cheap lies?" "Tomorrow's ceremony and the alliance with Alpha Kaelen are in Jocelyn's hands!" Marcus lifted his chin arrogantly. "My Jocelyn is brilliant. She has everything perfectly prepared." "Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head in defiance. "If Jocelyn has it all under control, call her down right now. Let's see."

Aurora said gently. The moment the moonstone touched my skin, heat surged through me, not burning, not cruel, but overwhelming. My breath caught as power flooded my veins, ancient and vast, yet somehow… familiar. Like it had been waiting for me. Then images flooded my mind, wolves under crimson skies, vows whispered beneath the moon, balance forged between strength and mercy. Lucien was wrong, this wasn’t a weapon. It was a keeper. Accepting the moonstone alone with the Bloodmoon, the moonstone glowed and then it disappeared. I opened my eyes as I felt my strength returning. I sat up, then noticing my fingers were surrounded by silver light.

The walls were lined with runes, each one glowing and pulsing faintly. And in the center of the circle, Rowena stood, calm as ever, her hands folded in front of her. The priestesses were already preparing the Moonstone, placing it on a pedestal between us; a glowing gem as big as a wolf’s heart, carved from crystal blessed by the first daughters of the Moon Goddess. It shimmered in soft blue light, responding to truth and blood and sacred vows. Rowena’s friends stood behind her again, silent as before. I still hadn’t figured out who they were exactly—guards? Sisters? Shadows?—but they didn’t speak, and their eyes didn’t leave me for even a second.

Thomas said shrugging and motioned for her to relax while they listened to the conversation. “Are you really saying that you have found the missing Moon Stone. Like the real Luna Stone!” Melissa asked after recovering from her shock. “Yes, surprisingly I believe the stone found me. I heard there will be a big auction at the underground black market and my source told me that the stone would be up for sale. You do know how important the stone is to the whole werewolf race.” Amanda said proudly as she sipped her wine for effect before dropping it down and looking at them.

The Moonstone was inches from her face now, its cold light seeping into her skin. It didn’t hurt. It felt like coming home. Memories flooded her—her mother’s laughter, her father teaching her to heal a wounded wolf pup, the night the fire took everything. And beneath it all, a voice. Soft. Ancient. _Healer. You are the last. Do not let it corrupt you._ Varn began the ritual. He cut his palm with a silver dagger and let his blood drip onto the Moonstone. The stone drank it, turning a sickly red. The runes on the walls flared to life, casting jagged shadows across the chamber.

Raymond had made his intentions clear at my coming-of-age ceremony. "Chloe is my fated mate. She is the only one who will ever be my Luna. No one can ever come between us!" Today’s public ceremony to select a Luna was supposed to be a mere formality. My position as Luna was already set in stone. In my past life, Raymond had indeed placed the moonstone necklace around my neck without a single moment of hesitation on this very day. The moment the clasp clicked shut, he waved his hand to dismiss the other candidate she-wolves.

The boy of house Sullivan said. Moonstone are rare. Very rare, most of werewolf packs and clans will not lend it away, and it wasn’t possible to buy it with money. The green moonstone they talked about is the one that Killian himself had found in his own territory days ago. “That’s all good with, as long as my wife is happy.”